"Hey, Dragonborn, come over here... I have a... Proposal that may interest you."
I rose from my table and walked towards him, drawing my sword.
"If that proposal includes your death, demon, then I will happily slay you where you sit. And if not, then I will still kill you."
He replied, "No, I happen to have a map here. It shows the ruins of an ancient city; a Dragonborn City. I am sure there are many ancient relics still buried there."
"Is that so? I doubt that it is. More likely this is a trap set by your people. You think I will tell other Dragonborn of this ruin and then you can kill them."
He pulled aside his cloak and took a cloth wrapped object from his side. It had writing in Draconic on it, and looked like a piece of Dragonborn armor. The style had not been produced for over a thousand years though.
He smiled and said, "I have already been there. I didn't get very far in before I found this. I was chased off by orcs who have inhabited the ruins. One such as yourself might be able to fair better against them than I did. So what do you think?"
After thinking about it for a minute, I replied, "I will go to this ruin myself."
As I reached for the map, it disappeared in a puff of smoke. The confounded demons have that ability. If I kill him, then I will never find the ruins. And he knows that too.